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"No," returned Frank, placing himself by the side of the seaman, "I
have never been to sea, but I am the son of a sailor; my father was a
lieutenant in the navy."
"Indeed!" said the tar, "and pray what name did he hail by?--the son of
a British officer ought to have better usage."
Frank felt the justice of the latter remark, but he did not allude to it,
and merely replied, "His name was Heartwell."
"What?" exclaimed the seaman, looking earnestly in the youth's face,
"Heartwell,--Muster Frank Heartwell as was in the ould Robust?"
"Yes, he was the senior lieutenant of the Robust," responded the youth,
who had through Ben's means made himself acquainted with his father's
history.
"Then I sailed with him," rejoined the tar, "and a better officer never
had charge of a quarter-deck. And what's become of him, my boy?"
The youth briefly related the circumstances of his father's
disappearance, and a conversation ensued, the seaman fully performing his
promise to preserve Frank from further molestation; he also praised the
negro for standing up for his young master, and Sambo remarked, "Ah Massa
Frank, dis no laand o' liberty board a ship."
Still Frank's wretchedness was great; he reflected on the delightful
dictures of enjoyment from universal freedom and equality which Monsieur
Polverel had powerfully delineated, and he contrasted them with the scene
before him, where the defenders of their country were treated worse than
brutes by the hand of power. It is probable that he would have sunk under
the infliction, but the hope that he cherished of seeing his mother come
to his rescue. Yet even that hope was mingled with many misgivings, lest
the officer should not have communicated with her, and he might be sent
away without being able to acquaint her where he was.
The morning came, a cutter was hauled alongside the Tender, and Frank
and Sambo, with about one hundred and fifty others, were put on board;
her sails were set, and with a fair breeze she was soon gliding down the
river. But Frank, though aware that they were on the move, could see
nothing of the proceedings; the impressed men were all confined in the
hold, and so crowded together that to sit down was impossible.
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